Facing a formidable army of thousands, Wang Zhaojun wore an expression of utter indifference. It was impossible to tell how she made her move, but wherever she passed, enemies fell in rows. The ground was stained crimson with blood, and the air grew thick with the nauseating stench of carnage and rot.
At that moment, a sharp arrow came whistling through the air, aimed straight at Wang Zhaojun’s back. Before she could react, a flash of white crossed the battlefield, an arm wrapping around her waist to pull her out of harm's way.
"On the battlefield, watch your back."
Chapter 20